"Actually, the master has always been lonely. The master’s parents are in disharmony, and he separated soon after giving birth. They each had children with their favorites, and no one would want a master. Everything the master has is his own desperate effort. I just got it, really... it's not easy."

The little maid knew that she shouldn't have said this to Luo Qiao today, but it was very uncomfortable to think that such a good master in her heart was misunderstood and hated by her sweetheart.

No one has ever offered him anything. If the master does not fight for him, what else will be his...

In the afternoon, the sun was calm, and it just shone on the woman's white profile. She still didn't say a word, people couldn't guess what she was thinking.

The little maid knew she shouldn't go on, so she pursed her lips and looked down at the little puppies who followed Luo Qiao under her feet.

After playing for a while, Luo Qiao lay down on the recliner again, and the little maid hugged the little milk dog down. There was no sound around, except for the slight noise caused by the wind blowing the trees.

Soon after, Luo Qiao felt a shadow on her face. She opened her eyes and saw the man who was condescending and watching her quietly.

After watching him for a few seconds, Luo Qiao withdrew her gaze and said casually, "Are you looking for a little girl to be a lobbyist?"

Hearing that, Shen Jikong smiled softly. Of course he wouldn't look for it, but this is his site. No matter who said or did anything, it would pass into his ears, and he didn't deliberately stop it.

He leaned down and took down a leaf that fell between Luo Qiaofa, and looked at her deeply with a pair of eyes: "Isn’t that you want to know me? It’s really hard to please a little liar, if you say this can help you Have pity on me, what can't you do?"

Luo Qiao doesn't lack anything, she doesn't lack money or pets, and those other women care about nothing for her. All his advantages seem to be worthless to her.

The man's voice was low, and he could hear the faint sigh deep in his heart.

The surroundings became quieter, and Luo Qiao slowly closed her eyes.

She looked plain, as if completely indifferent to his words.

Shen Jikong looked at her for a long while, lowered his eyes and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

...

On weekend mornings, the doorbell of the manor gate was rang.

When the subordinates saw who was standing at the door, they looked at each other, their expressions changed slightly, and they immediately turned around to report to Shen Jikong.

The man was leaning on the sofa, looking at the documents in his hand indifferently, and raised his eyes when he heard the words.

The subordinate bowed his head and said: "Yes, he is at the door now." Looking at the master's face, his subordinates felt a little nervous, Miss Luo Qiao was in their manor, and Ming Siran was here...

The people of Ming Siran have been investigating the master recently. They don't know this, but this is the master's site. After all, Ming Siran will not be able to investigate many useful things.

Shen Jikong closed the document and glanced lightly at the maid on the side.

After receiving the instructions from the master's eyes, the maid nodded, turned and walked quickly to the room where Luo Qiao was.

Putting down the overlapping long legs, Shen Jikong's tone was normal. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be too surprised: "Did he say he's here for something?"

"It seems that I heard that the master is going to get married and came to give a wedding gift."

He could think of this excuse.